Like Love Faded In The Wind

"Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son.The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me."Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?""I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart."I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm."Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose."Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer.But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again.She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them.Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice."My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce.""